Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.